It is a mountain of memorisation, yes, but the real shock is the detachment you must learn in the dissection hall—a lesson I now think is unhealthy. The professional exams felt like a brutal sprint, and I regret making my life about that race. My proof? I left it all. Now my hands, which once held a scalpel, make meen curry, and the only 'regulars' I worry about are the ones asking for more chutney. Medicine gave me knowledge, but this stall feeds my daughter's future, and that is a different kind of anatomy altogether.
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